” A Pale Green Mermaid Gallery”



Beauty can’t be sliced or diced

pared or boxed

some rely on the past to see the future

like an old slipper

worn with holes

but something you know

that path a slow dearth

little mirth

little birth of a new


still everyone chooses their way

to stay on course

straight as an arrow, gliding through a cloud

I prefer something brand new

the old I eschew

I seek–

a workout for the soul.




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